Rules: In a text post, list ten books (but I guess manga and comics are good as well) that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
So here are my ten books:
1. Light on Life by B.K.S. Iyengar
2. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
3. All that I am by Anna Funder
4. One Day by David Nicholls
5. 100 years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
6. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
7. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
8. The Examined Life by Stephen Grosz
9. Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
10. Love Poems of Pablo Neruda
So now for the 10 people I want to tag, I’m tagging mad-to-be-saved, heatherjli, hellobabieswelcometoearth, pikajade13, hannairina, onceinamoonday, the—kel—smith, wisechildposts, indigosecrets and itisallmydoing!
These last few days have been such a blessing! Paris trip with some friends and settling down in the new apartment now, just spend a couple of days here with the boy and the sis has arrived now, can’t wait to share photographs of this lovely place with you guys!
Tomorrow is moving day
and I’m going to spend a couple of days in Paris as well (yes I’m that kind of person who manages to schedule a trip with friend in the middle of moving time, it’s a gift) so it’s going to be quiet on here for a couple of days!
Practice lately is love.
Love for myself and love for yoga.
It’s not full primary every day (I’ll let you in on a little secret, it’s not even full primary every week) and it’s not moving into second series like my ego had taught up it should be by now. But it’s practice, it’s consistent and it is finally at my own pace. Teacher training kind of bullied me into a strict 4 day a week full primary regime that I wasn’t ready for at that time and it made me lose the connection with my practice. The last half year I had a hard time finding it back, practice was struggle and full of shoulds and I just did not love it anymore.
But now I can finally say that my practice is my own again, and since I’ve accepted I should do things at my own pace my progress is just remarkable. The spark came back and now I want all the things, from the heart, that I loathed just a couple of months back: daily practice, long practices, working on those last poses of the primary series again.
Yoga is love again, and it feels so good!